Leonie stands frozen in place. She wants to recoil from Andrea’s touch, but she’s scared Andrea will break her fingers. She feels the tendons in her finger strain painfully, and she flushes with anger.
“You’re divorcing Lance—he isn’t your anymore,” Leonie hisses, “So why can’t I talk to you as his future wife? In a couple of days, Mrs. Hamilton will officially announce my status as candidate for Lance’s new wife, and we all know I’ll win—I have more edge than the other women.”
Leonie’s edge is not innate. She’ll beat the other women because she’s Mrs. Florence Hamilton’s favorite, and the older woman will do everything in her power to see that Leonie is chosen. Andrea stands up and looks down at Leonie. She gives Leonie a condescending look.
“Aren’t you concerned about what Lance want
